A Lost Leader: A Tale of Restoration DaysTownshend, Dorothea
History
A Lost Leader: A Tale of Restoration Days
Townshend, Dorothea
Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Juvenile fiction
"Faith!" she answered, smiling through some tears, "because I liked my
own company too little to travel forth with no better. I have delayed
that perhaps I might hear of honest folk, travelling at least so far as
Rotterdam, who would bear me company. But I may not tarry much longer
or all my money will be spent, so indeed I will now be gone with all
speed."
Harrison looked at her. Could any man, with a spark of chivalry in his
breast, endure to think of this bright young creature going forth
alone, to cross half the world, as ignorant of the perils that might
surround her as though she were still the child he had pulled out of
the lily pond? Could he forsake his little playfellow?
Richard was not in the habit of hesitating. "Mistress Audrey," he said
eagerly, "why cannot you take your journey on Thursday when I do, and
let me be as your brother to guard you? God do so to me, and more
also, if I bring you not safe to your father's hands. Will you not
take me for your brother, Audrey? For the sake of old times, and the
memory of those we both did love and reverence, you will trust me?"
"In truth," she answered, "I knew not how sore I needed a brother till
this very day."
She looked out of the door across the empty landscape, brown woods and
russet fields; nowhere, save in the little white cottage below the
copse, was there a friend for her in all the country. Who would burden
themselves with a penniless girl? And if her kinsfolk were too
careless or too proud to own her, she on the other hand, had been too
closely kept in her own circle of well-born neighbours to have any
acquaintances among the Nonconformists who were now flying from
England. Her gay courage had always made her strive to ignore the
difficulties that lay before her; but she knew only too well how
difficult, nay almost impossible for a lonely girl, was the journey
that lay before her; for those were days when a woman needed a strong
arm and a ready blade to protect her among strangers. She had still
kept putting off her inevitable journey, telling herself that
companions might yet be found to share the perils of a voyage half
across the world. But in the bottom of her heart she knew that she
might linger in Inglethorpe Hall till she was grey-headed before the
desired protector appeared. Now, by a sort of miracle, came a friend
of old times, pat to the minute! Would it not be childish, nay wrong,
to hesitate? Harrison's kind hand still held hers, his eyes were bent
on her face in anxious waiting for her decision. She turned towards
him, and he caught her meaning.
"Then shall it be so?" he cried gaily. "And you will be my little
sister? I will indeed do all I may to make the rough ways smooth for
you, and you will pardon your brother's lack of courtly fashions?"
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